I'm thinking of a place behind the sunshine
A place where every silver lining's gray
The little monsters who inhabit it
They visit me and I tell them to go away
Pour milk into the glass until it says "when"
Friendly faces start fraying at the ends
Gold fillings in the holes of happiness
Never mind never matters in the making of amends
I know there's darkness every day
And in the silence there's a hiss
I can't shake it
If I could wear my words on my face
I'd speak volumes just by turning your way
Sitting on a piece of paper
Waiting for the tide to take her
Gazing at a line in the sky
She sits as all the time passes by
Think it over again
'Fore you tumble into the wind that's closing in
On the fickle mind
That scatters every time
Pockets full of fallen stars
Do no good for a heart
On sunny days